Yup, We Remembered

lunch - small dish

It's kind of pathetic when the best thing about your day was that you remembered to take the garbage bins to the street for pickup.  We neglected to do it last week and I've been anxious every day since that we would run out of room and have nowhere to put the extra garbage.  But we remembered yesterday and I mentally breathed a sigh of relief. 

Our neighbor across the street brought us some peaches.  I've been saying for a couple weeks we need to stop at one of the roadside stands and get some.  The Husband absolutely adores peaches, particularly the fresh ones.  She brought us three different varieties, all freestone - which I think are w-a-y more flavorful than cling. She told us they probably wouldn't really be ready to eat until the end of the week.  But I took a chance and cut a couple of the smaller ones (lemon elberta) for lunch.  And we practically moaned at how good they were.  Perfectly ripe and ready to eat.  For dinner I cut a couple bigger ones (can't remember the name) - just fabulous!!  I did wonder out loud, though, what Heavenly Father was thinking when He made peaches fuzzy.  Yup, I'm weird that way.

There's a nasty cold virus going around.  Seems like most everyone either has it or is avoiding getting it, it's super prevalent.  I started with it on my birthday.  Never really got it very bad, and have been doing my best to avoid a sinus infection.  So far, so good - knock on wood. Now if only the rest of the family living here would recover better and quicker and more complete, I could relax a bit.

dinner - bigger dish :^)

We actually went to a movie the other day.  So very fun.  We thought we were going to be the only ones in the theater (we go on cheap - well, cheaper - Tuesday afternoons) but four more people showed up.  That used to be our every-Saturday-afternoon activity, but of course, COVID ruined that for us.  So it really felt like an unusual treat to be able to go.  And it was a decent enough movie:  a bit of drama, a tiny bit of romance, lots of action and a happy ending.  Really all I hope for is a happy ending and since that bit of me was fulfilled, it was a great afternoon.

I'm counting down the days until the room-darkening shades come.  Falling deeply asleep only to be woken with the bright patio lights kinda disturbs my whole night. Then I wake up grumpy and want to trash talk the inconsiderate nature of people.  And I really don't want to be negative, I'm working hard on that.

I'm grateful this morning that the sewing project is going just fine.  It's fun to have a different kind of project to do.  I'm grateful for library books that are finished and returned to the library, but hoping for something to come in.  I'm kind of at loose ends (feeling unmoored) without a library book or two to read. Grateful that we've something to look forward to.  And grateful that next week we celebrate 53 years of marriage.  I'd do it again.  He's definitely a keeper.